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How shall I 'scape my Father's if I fail?

Living, I cry for mercy to a tomb!

Yea, from the grave my father speaks thy doom.

Ah God! The serpent that I bare and fed!

Surely of truth prophetic is the dread

That walketh among dreams. Most sinfully

Thou slewest: now hath Sin her will of thee.

For these twain also in their fall I weep.

Yet, seeing Orestes now through mire so deep

Hath climbed the crest, I can but pray this eye

Of the Great House be not made blind and die.

Judgment came in the end

To Troy and the Trojans' lord,

(O Vengeance, heavy to fall!)

There came upon Atreus' Hall